 And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?  Poetry of Byron - الصفحة 66بواسطة George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - عدد الصفحات: 276عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 442
...nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou. My country...thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — Tis some hing in the dearth of fame. Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 452
...nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at^break of day, — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore THE ISLES OF GREECE. Aud must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is something,... | |
 | 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day, — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is something, in the dearth... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 462
...nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set — where were they t And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore Th' heroic lay is tuneless now — Th' heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine,... | |
 | 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 286
...nations — all were his! He counted them at break of day, — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they ! and where .art thou, My country...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget... | |
 | 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 282
...Salamis; He counted them at break of day, — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they I and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why forget... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 474
...He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set — where were they SONG OP THE GREEK BARD. And where are they? and where art thou, My country...shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic hosom heats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something... | |
 | 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 288
...Salamis; He counted them at break of day, — And when the sun set, where were they f And where are they J and where art thou, My country ! On thy voiceless...is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more 1 And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 5Tou have the Pyrrhic dance... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 450
...; — all were his 1 He counted them at break of day— And when the sun set, where were they ? 6. And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...lyre, so long divine. Degenerate into hands like mine ? 6. 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among the fetter'd race, To feel at least... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 338
...nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they t And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 7 "Pis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
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